The Concubine

melted against him. How she ached for the dream that he offered!

Then he released her. The separation was as abrupt as the kiss, and she swayed on her feet. She wished he would steady her. She wanted to be in his arms again. But he held himself apart, and she was forced to balance herself while his attitude shifted to one of bitter cold.

'Bo Tao—'

'Take these, Ji Yue,' he said.

She looked down and saw that he held out two carved jade combs. The one was a dragon coiling in exquisite majesty. The other was a tigress, regal and fierce. Male dragon, female tigress—symbols as old as China—and he was giving them to her. 'Why?'

'They were my aunt's. She wore them when she was selected by the last emperor, so she believed them to be lucky. According to her, when the two are separate like this, then the wearer still searches for her true heart. If a man were to steal the dragon from you—' He plucked the dragon comb away from her fingers. 'Then he has taken your heart and you belong to him.'

Her eyes watered at the sight of him holding the dragon comb tucked against his chest.

'But if you wear them linked like this,' he continued, 'then you have already found your heart.' He reached out and carefully joined the two combs. The mechanism was subtle and intricate, but when he was done, she saw a dragon and tigress locked together in…

She smiled. 'That is not an appropriate comb for a virgin.'

He shrugged, but his eyes remained serious. 'Tomorrow morning the virgins will assemble. They will be placed throughout the gardens and the walkways of the Forbidden City.'

'I know.'

'The emperor will walk among you and choose one to be his empress, four more to be his primary wives, and the rest will be separated into the middle and lower harems.'

She nodded. 'Yes, I know.'

He pressed the linked combs into her hands. 'Wear this comb like this, and the emperor will know your heart is given to another.' He took a breath as he carefully separated the two pieces. 'Wear them apart and…'

She lifted her head. 'And what?'

'And I believe he will select you as his empress.'

'What?' she gasped. The shock of his statement set her heart to clamoring in her throat.

His lips twisted into a rueful grimace. 'Do you not understand why I was made master of the festival? Do you not know my strengths even now?'

She knew his intelligence and his compassion. She knew his fierce passion for his country and his virility as a man. 'Which strength?' she laughed. 'There are so many.'

He flashed a smile at her, but then it disappeared. 'Yi Zhen set me the task of finding the most perfect of the virgins, the smartest and the most wholesome.' He released a short breath. 'He wanted me to find the best woman to be empress. And I found her.'

'Me?' she breathed.

'You.'

She shook her head, the whole conversation overwhelming. 'But will he listen to you? He would pick me as his empress?'

'I believe so, yes. If you leave the combs apart, he will know that you offer yourself to him and to China.'

She swallowed. It was an awesome destiny and the very dream she had set for herself when she'd first learned of the festival. 'And if I link the combs, Bo Tao, what then? What is to happen to me then?' She searched his face for the truth, but saw only uncertainty.

'I cannot say, Ji Yue. I have asked for a boon. I have pleaded for my wishes, but…' He paused as he looked down at their joined hands.

'Was he terribly angry with you?' she whispered.

He released a short laugh. 'It is a terrible thing to steal a woman from your best friend.'

'Especially if that man is the emperor of China.'

'Exactly so.'

There was a noise in the hallway. Two girls chattering with an excitement that had not been present in the palace since the tainted virgins arrived. Bo Tao sent her a desperate look, then stepped away from her. She was left holding the two combs—one in each hand.

'I cannot promise anything, Ji Yue. I can only hope.'

She would have said something then, except she did not know how to respond. And then their time together was lost. The girls came around the corner, gasping in surprise when they saw the disgraced master still standing there.

Bo Tao arched his brow at them, silently daring them to question his presence. They flushed bright red, then scurried away. Bo Tao looked at her, but she shook her head. He could not risk speaking plainly again. Where one virgin lurked, whispering and giggling in gossip, a dozen more were sure to follow.

He understood her message and knew it to be true. So he gave her the deepest bow she had ever received, then turned and walked away.

Chapter 20

JI YUE'S FEET ACHED, her back had tightened into a knot of anxiety and her head felt as if it weighed a ton. She stood in the back of the Festival Garden, waiting with all the other virgins for the emperor to wander by and make his selection. If only she could move a little, wander the gardens and ease the aches in her body, but she was too terrified to move.

She was being ridiculous, she knew. Only an idiot would believe that the emperor would miss her just because she took a step or two in a different direction. But she had been told to stand here, that the emperor would wander through eventually, and so here she stood. At least she had a position where she could see some of the path. Li Fei fidgeted just a little ahead of her around a curve, but Ji Yue had been placed here—no doubt by the dowager consort—in the furthest reaches of the garden. The shrew probably hoped that the emperor would select his primary harem long before he made it to her.

Fortunately, Ji Yue had Bo Tao's assurance that the emperor would find her and that he planned on selecting her as empress. She fretted because she didn't know what she would tell the emperor when he finally did wander back here to talk. She held her two combs in her hands, alternately linking them together and snapping them apart. If she wasn't careful, she'd soon break the delicate mechanism.

Linked combs meant her heart was already given to someone else, to Bo Tao. Separate combs said she wanted desperately for the emperor to select her. A fairly simple choice, really: become an empress or a woman on the run with a disgraced husband.

But even with such clear choice, she didn't know what to do. A night's tormented sleep had shown her just how much she loved Bo Tao. She longed to see his face, to touch his cheek, to feel his arms tenderly tuck her close to his side. She loved everything about him and would willingly give her life if it somehow saved him.

Unfortunately, the only way she could 'save' him would be to not marry him. Without her, he still had a political career. Even if the emperor forgave Bo Tao for seducing an imperial virgin, he was not likely to reward such behavior. He certainly wouldn't want Bo Tao around. But if Ji Yue chose the emperor, then Bo Tao would get the political position of his choice. With that, he could marry, have children and still live the life he was born to lead.

Meanwhile, she had been raised from birth to be a political wife. She had watched her mother guide her father's career. A smart woman could do much even from behind the women's screen. Ji Yue could be an enormous asset to any man, but the emperor himself? That was the kind of influence that was her mother's dream. Up until a few days ago, that had been her own dream, as well. But then Bo Tao had slipped into her palanquin and everything had changed.

She stared at the linked combs in her hands and forced herself to break them apart. Every shred of reason